http://www.blogigo.co.uk/zax Come in, have a read, its not too personal or is it?? I dont know its just the strange outpourings from the depths of my troubled mind. Enjoy. en zax zax Tue, 08 Nov 2005 18:35:22 +0100 daily 1 Well fuck me backwards with a garden spade (thats a figure of speech all you weirdo fuckhead stalkers out there, not a request!)  Strange day, spoke to a long lost mate at lunchtime.  Thought he'd disowned me forever, but it turns out that his life is all roses at the moment so he wants to meet up.  Sounds cool to me.  Still just following the story of my life, never too sure whats gonna happen next but whenever a chapter ends, another one always begins.  Wonder whats gonna happen in this one??  I like the story analogy, feels like life is contained in a massive multi book series, all the different characters meeting, interacting, playing their parts.  I suppose that really its like one of those Fighting Fantasy novels seeing as we are supposed to be in some kind of control.  Did you ever use your fingers to keep places that you wish you could jump back to?  I used to run out of fingers!! Tee Hee, I think if life is like an interactive book, i've definately... Tue, 08 Nov 2005 18:35:22 +0100 http://www.blogigo.co.uk/zax/Surprise-surprise-and-nowt-with-that-annoying-scouse/32/ http://www.blogigo.co.uk/zax/Surprise-surprise-and-nowt-with-that-annoying-scouse/32/ (Insert Maniacal nearly over the edge laughter here) It won't leave me alone, theres nowhere I can go, nowhere to hide.  It looks very much like my ex-girlfriend but seems to be some space monster that has taken over her body and memories and seems to be using them to fulfill some unknown desires!! Oh well, nowt I can do but sit tight, be me and not worry about it.  On a lighter note I did manage to sort out most of the media hell that is my life (lifetimes collection of music etc on hundreds of cds all around my living space) transferred it all to DVD, takes up a hell of a lot less space!! plus i now have loads of cds to give to my friends :-) Other than that it was a complete non-entity of a weekend, this hibernation thing is really good!! Mon, 07 Nov 2005 15:02:27 +0100 http://www.blogigo.co.uk/zax/Hmmm-well-that-was-a-shit-weekend-and-a-half/31/ http://www.blogigo.co.uk/zax/Hmmm-well-that-was-a-shit-weekend-and-a-half/31/ Cant believe that its been so long since i updated this damn thing!! Better part of a year has gone by! Made lots of friends,lost some too, helped people get together, met girls(alllllright!!) drank lots, worked out loads, collected even more music, gave out loads too, moshed all night, made people laugh, laughed a lot myself (and at myself for that matter!).  Decided on a course of action for life too.  Realised that im missing adventure, all this being a decent person and paying back debts might be good for the soul but im going stir crazy, bored outta my tiny mind with getting up and going to work in my meaningless life of seemingly never ending debt repayments.  Seeing as there isnt anything that i can think of that i really want to own (or want full stop!), why am i living a consumer lifestyle??  So decided to get a sailing qualification, jump on the next yacht heading outta here to another land and see what i can find!!  So all the time between now and getting the... Fri, 04 Nov 2005 17:37:34 +0100 http://www.blogigo.co.uk/zax/And-about-time-too/30/ http://www.blogigo.co.uk/zax/And-about-time-too/30/ Damn work, I hate it when I don't get a proper chance to write all day, makes me all crazylike!  Havn't done any proper writing all week.  Feel starved of my usual creative outlet.  Guess i'm just gonna have to go home and take it out on my guitar.  And I wonder why I never get any time to play computer games.....   I've said it before and i'll say it again, there just isn't enough time in life for a full time job. Thu, 10 Mar 2005 18:15:01 +0100 http://www.blogigo.co.uk/zax/Too-damn-busy-to-write-my-blog-not-a-good-thing/29/ http://www.blogigo.co.uk/zax/Too-damn-busy-to-write-my-blog-not-a-good-thing/29/ Why is it that some people seem so impervious to help?  I know that I am/have been guilty of this as well but in some way that seems to be different.  Why phone a helpline only to refuse the help that is offered to you?  Do the Samaritans recieve calls from people that then refuse to speak?  What would they do if they did? Would it be the usual "If I do not hear a human voice within 10 seconds I will disconnect the call."  What if a lonely mute person phoned the Samaritans just to hear a human voice because they were struggling with a terrible  depression.  The hard working and wonderful volunteers at the Samaritans would have no choice but to keep the line open just in case the caller decided to speak.  Either that or would they have to disconnect the call so that other needy folk could ring through?  It's certainly a conundrum and one that I am glad that I don't have to answer.  The people that phone me generally cant stop speaking for more than a second... Mon, 07 Mar 2005 18:21:56 +0100 http://www.blogigo.co.uk/zax/Oh-I-love-my-Job-really-I-do/28/ http://www.blogigo.co.uk/zax/Oh-I-love-my-Job-really-I-do/28/ "What, he told you which cream to use for that strange rash you have?" I questioned Tony. "No you fool" He replied, sounding a little like Mr T from the A Team. "He told me that the centrepiece of the exhibition is the replica vial of k'Ram, and he also told me that the security system in the hall where the exhibition is hosted has been taken away for cleaning (implausible I know but hey it's friday afternoon!). Fri, 04 Mar 2005 18:53:01 +0100 http://www.blogigo.co.uk/zax/Short-and-not-really-all-that/27/ http://www.blogigo.co.uk/zax/Short-and-not-really-all-that/27/ It was truly magnificent. The most beautiful and wonderous sight ever to utilise the bouncing of light to create the magic of sight to a set of human eyes.  Standing before me on a raised marble dias was a giant golden Platypus and not the usual duck-billed kind, oh no, this was one of the very rare, but strangely beautiful mammoth headed platypuses (platypi?) The plaque in front of the dias stipulated that the unfortunate Platypi (ah ha, so i was right) had stumbled blindly into one of the ancient molten gold pits of the tribe of Oon-Glark from the plains of polypenesia.  This particular creature had then been pulled out, set with precious stones and engraved with fanciful scenes of death and glory in battles of old.  I was struck dumb by the horrific beauty that the gold plated animal possesed and the sheer amount of effort that the tribesmen must have put into the carving of the effigy.  Tony was haowever less impressed with the vision of wierdness before me.  Ducking under the... Thu, 03 Mar 2005 19:14:37 +0100 http://www.blogigo.co.uk/zax/aaaaaaagrh/26/ http://www.blogigo.co.uk/zax/aaaaaaagrh/26/ I might just let John tell this part of the story, seeing as I was driving around with Julia at the time, trying to avoid the silvery mist of certain death that is the Beast of Drof-D'ar.  So, take it away John: Well it was a dark and moonless night when Tony and I were dropped outside the Museum with mischief on our minds. (editorial note - It was the middle of the day, please excuse John and his tendency to over dramatise events) We crept up to the silent and apparently deserted building, all the lights were off and there was a chill wind blowing from the east.  Looking through the front door we could see that the museum was actually still open, perhaps there was some kind of evening function, or party occuring. (over dramatising? more like delusional! - ed) I brazened up to the guard, an elderly gentleman with a white bushy moustache who welcomed me with outstretched hand and a smile.  Was he attempting to put me off my guard? Was he secretly a highly trained hassasin, attempting to... Wed, 02 Mar 2005 18:53:36 +0100 http://www.blogigo.co.uk/zax/Still-working-for-another-10-minutes/25/ http://www.blogigo.co.uk/zax/Still-working-for-another-10-minutes/25/ On a lighter note(how can you get much lighter than a ridiculous story about a mythical beast?) I've started a wonderful new relationship. I find that I am having to be more supportive, but in return I am growing stronger inside.  My new partner is generally quite silent but it seems that most of the time there is no need for communication.  I can pick them up at will and they do not get irate if i only wish to spend an hour or so a night with them.  Sometimes I will go a whole weekend without seeing them, I never recieve any grief for this even though I never phone and explain my absence.  They never ask me where I have been if I come home late, or for that matter who I have been with.  They never cook or clean which suits me fine as I prefer not to burden others.  They do live with me but take up very little space and do not move any of my belongings around or use anything without asking.  They are generally very clean, never smell bad or anything.  They also... Tue, 01 Mar 2005 19:02:03 +0100 http://www.blogigo.co.uk/zax/Silly-but-strangely-true/24/ http://www.blogigo.co.uk/zax/Silly-but-strangely-true/24/ "It was in the paper" said Julia breathlessly (she'd been watching the events in another vehicle).  "The answer to our problems".  "Well what is it then" said John (the as yet unreferenced and unused character in this silly little drama).  "The museum, they are hosting an exhibition of euclidean geometrical prisoner pottery.  The centre piece of which is an exact replica of the vial of K'ram!". "Wow", exclaimed John, obviously getting used to his new role as a speaking character. "so how do we go about getting the vial and then trapping the beast inside without any harm coming to any of us?"  Tony then piped up "well i think we should split that into two smaller problems instead of one big one, that way we can, in fine horror movie style, split up the main characters to follow the two separate but intrinsicly linked plots, increase the audiences interest, the intensity of the fear, and the likelyhood of one of the characters getting walloped good and proper by the bad... Tue, 01 Mar 2005 14:29:37 +0100 http://www.blogigo.co.uk/zax/Will-this-never-end-Maybe-soon-maybe/23/ http://www.blogigo.co.uk/zax/Will-this-never-end-Maybe-soon-maybe/23/ Where were we?  Oh yes Julia had been idly flicking through the local rag whilst I had been reading the mail. Suddenly she jumped out of her seat and exclaimed "this is it! This is the answer we've been looking for."  Instantly all eyes were on Julia, who it seemed had frozen mid exclamation. "Look" she said, pointing at the door. We all turned to see the by now familiar silvery mist seeping under the door of the library.  Without further ado all of us jumped up and started running towards the secret exit.  The surprise on the checkout girls face was a wonderful sight as we all clambered out from the secret passageway under her desk.  Nothing however compared to the look on her colleagues face as four beleagured looking antiheroes jump up from between the legs of the assistant next to her.  Tony, being the last out of the hatch, slammed and bolted it behind us but we had no doubt that the beast would follow.  Things like doors and bolts not usually causing much of an... Mon, 28 Feb 2005 19:00:27 +0100 http://www.blogigo.co.uk/zax/The-Pointless-tale-continues/22/ http://www.blogigo.co.uk/zax/The-Pointless-tale-continues/22/ http://www.blogigo.co.uk/zax/entry/21/beatday.jpg Thu, 24 Feb 2005 11:13:05 +0100 http://www.blogigo.co.uk/zax/Just-how-i-feel-most-days/21/ http://www.blogigo.co.uk/zax/Just-how-i-feel-most-days/21/ http://www.blogigo.co.uk/zax/entry/20/GIRLSequalsEVIL.jpg Thu, 24 Feb 2005 11:08:47 +0100 http://www.blogigo.co.uk/zax/Beauty-of-a-different-kind-in-equation-form/20/ http://www.blogigo.co.uk/zax/Beauty-of-a-different-kind-in-equation-form/20/ http://www.blogigo.co.uk/zax/entry/19/heavenandhelldone.jpg Thu, 24 Feb 2005 10:58:12 +0100 http://www.blogigo.co.uk/zax/Hey-something-beautiful-created-myself-Not-just-nonsense/19/ http://www.blogigo.co.uk/zax/Hey-something-beautiful-created-myself-Not-just-nonsense/19/ http://www.blogigo.co.uk/zax/entry/18/JH1.jpg Wed, 23 Feb 2005 11:56:29 +0100 http://www.blogigo.co.uk/zax/My-mate-John/18/ http://www.blogigo.co.uk/zax/My-mate-John/18/   When the pizza takes just too long to arrive! http://www.blogigo.co.uk/zax/entry/17/diepizzaboy.jpg Wed, 23 Feb 2005 11:53:53 +0100 http://www.blogigo.co.uk/zax/Domino-s-hell/17/ http://www.blogigo.co.uk/zax/Domino-s-hell/17/ Puppys taste like chicken, does that mean chicken tastes like puppies?? Coders end!     Wed, 23 Feb 2005 11:50:24 +0100 http://www.blogigo.co.uk/zax/Oh-boy-these-are-good/16/ http://www.blogigo.co.uk/zax/Oh-boy-these-are-good/16/ Well hows about that then, a blinding (almost literally) weekend with a bunch of mates.  I will continue the ridiculous story soon, i promise (myself) Mon, 21 Feb 2005 19:03:56 +0100 http://www.blogigo.co.uk/zax/Monday-too-busy-to-mention/15/ http://www.blogigo.co.uk/zax/Monday-too-busy-to-mention/15/ 2 Scousers are riding along the M62 from Manchester to Liverpool on a motorbike. They break down and start hitching a lift. A friendly trucker stops to see if he can help and the scousers ask him for a lift. He tells them he has no room in the wagon as he is carrying 20,000 bowling balls but will take a look at the bike for them. He tries everything he knows but is unable to repair it. Time is getting on now and he's late for his delivery so he tells the scousers he has to leave. "R hey lad" they say "gissa lift". The trucker once again explains that he has no room as he is carrying 20,000 bowling balls. The scousers put it to the driver that if they can manage to fit in the back will he take them and he agrees. They manage to squeeze themselves and their motorbike into the back of the wagon so the driver shuts the doors and gets off on his way. By this time he is really late and so puts his foot down. Sure enough PC Plod of Greater Manchester Police pulls him up for speeding. The... Thu, 17 Feb 2005 13:45:58 +0100 http://www.blogigo.co.uk/zax/He-He/14/ http://www.blogigo.co.uk/zax/He-He/14/ Reading about the previous adventures of the Beast of Drof-D'ar and its foray into world politics, our heroes became slightly happier knowing that it had been defeated once before.  We all ignored the fact that it had led to the loss of millions of lives from countries all across the globe.  Still, our spirits were perked a little by the knowledge that the beast was defeatable.  Until we realised that the resolution to it's previous release had been brought about by the recapture of the beast in the vial of K'ram.  The vial that was no longer available due to its interaction with tonys backside.  Our first problem was finding out exactly where the only other vessel capable of holding such a beast was hiding.  The Penguin book was a little unspecific on that particular point.  Stating that the vial could be found at the highest point of the worlds tallest underground mountain.  None of us had a clue as to what this cryptic location could mean, but set our minds... Mon, 14 Feb 2005 19:05:08 +0100 http://www.blogigo.co.uk/zax/Its-the-end-the-world-know-mistake-just/13/ http://www.blogigo.co.uk/zax/Its-the-end-the-world-know-mistake-just/13/